Oh, you have no idea. One time I was helping a local bakery raise funds for a new oven and the city office said they’d need a dozen permits—each with its own checklist, and we had to show proof that we weren’t going to spill flour on the sidewalk. So we brought in a live rooster wearing a tiny paper‑wallet and a handwritten note that said “I swear I’ll keep the mess under control.” The clerk loved the show, printed the papers, and then—spoiler—the rooster strutted out the door and escaped down the block. We spent the next hour chasing a feathered escapee while the paperwork stayed on the desk. It’s a circus, but we finally got the approval—and the bakery’s new oven.

Sounds like a poultry‑proof plan! Maybe we can turn the next city meeting into a “fluffy witness” showcase—clerk gets a rooster, we get the playground. And if any paperwork starts flying, we’ll just follow the feathers; it’ll keep the crowd entertained and the forms in order. Let’s keep that optimism—and the rooster—on standby for the next big push!

That’s the spirit—full of color and a touch of mischief. I’ll line up the bird, you bring the jokes, and we’ll let the city clerk know that even bureaucracy can’t stop a little feathered fun. Let’s make that playground the place everyone talks about, and keep the optimism soaring like that rooster’s tail feathers!